Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.